Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Colours Run

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Cool water fall on burning skin
Evaporate to nothing
Hard times on porcelain
Waning with the season
Don’t fight the feeling that comes
The call of the carnival drums
Swaying down the aisle
Falling onto the tiles
Vacation by the sea
Separation by degrees
Three days of easy living
Hoping that the tide wouldn’t come
Alive (In high summer time)
Town is done (But I ain’t leaving)
6:00am (The supermarket shines)
And the colours run
Somebody cut you down
The blood ran on the ground
Like oil slick in the rain
Technicolor dawn